Ahhh, good times. Finally the Equinox has arrived and everything is on the up-and-up. Last year I wouldn’t have known this, but happily this year I have a quirky neighbour who is educating me in all things earth.
Apparently now is the time to plant things, that is once the new moon arrives. See, the moon not only has control over the tides, but also over underground water tables and other such funky unseen elements it would seem, so growth is far more prosperous as the moon is waxing.
Once the moon is full and begins to wane, that’s when you do your weeding, or bury that body you’ve been trying to get rid of.
I’m absolutely raging I planted my hash-plant seedlings last week, If only I’d known.
Don’t believe a word of what Kirk M tells you about the Egginox, by the way. Like a fool I tried to balance an egg on its tip and failed miserably. Suckered. That dude must have some seriously funky chickens.
Not a bit of it.
I’ve never been much of a fan of sport, but…
Isn’t it great that now the Irish can be known to excel at something other than excessive drinking? Woohoo!